Roaring

by Katie May

  In that moment, he’s no longer made of ice. He’s completely and utterly fire. Everywhere he touches, I burn.

  He pulls down one of my straps, my tit springing free, and wastes no time taking the tip into his mouth. It’s brutal and intense, everything I’ve always known Dimitri Gray to be. He releases my nipple with an audible pop before immediately giving the same treatment to the other one. His tongue circles the sensitive tip but never touches as he stares up at me from beneath his sooty lashes. When I try to reach for him, try to tangle my hands in his white blond hair, he grabs my wrists with a growl.

  “No,” he hisses, pushing my hands away and shoving his thumbs into my shorts and panties. He pulls them both down, the material ripping with his agitated movements. With a tenderness contradicting the feral need in his eyes, he drops to his knees between my legs.

  Oh. My. Fuck.

  I’m about to get oral from Dimitri Gray.

  Maintaining eye contact, his tongue swipes up my slit before circling around my bundle of nerves. My eyes practically roll to the back of my head as white-hot liquid pleasure courses through me.

  “Fuck, yes,” I moan, throwing my head back. The move inadvertently pushes out my breasts, and he wastes no time in kneading the flesh with the hand not holding my thighs apart.

  And then, he shoves his face into my dripping pussy and destroys me. I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to heaven as he sucks, licks, and kisses my aching mound. When he adds two fingers beside his tongue, scissoring them, I can’t hold back the scream of pure ecstasy as I throw my head back, tears burning my eyes. My orgasm rushes through me like molten lava, and it takes all of my tenuous self-control not to proclaim Dimitri as the Oral God.

  When I finally come down from my high, he has a smug smirk on his lips and his eyes are heated. My arousal drips down his chin, but he easily catches the escaped drops with his long, skilled tongue.

  And, fuck, if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen before.

  When he stands, the outline of his cock is clearly visible through the material of his dress pants.

  “Let me—” I reach forward, but he stealthily sidesteps me.

  “You should get back to the others.” He straightens his tie before running a hand through his meticulously brushed hair. In all the time I’ve known him, I’ve never seen it out of his customary ponytail. A part of me wants to see it loose and free, framing his face. That part of me wants to see him lose control for the first time in his life.

  “What about…?” I nod once more towards his cock.

  “That’s my problem,” he says crisply, eyes narrowing. And I know that he has once more reverted back to his glacial persona. I can’t help but feel immense sadness, which is utterly insane. He’s nothing but an asshole, and I’m just the idiot who fell for his charm.

  “You going to find someone else to fuck?” I snap, unable to contain the jealousy that percolates in my stomach. His grin widens, revealing perfectly white teeth. The teeth of a predator…designed to lure you in and then bite your head off.

  “Would that make you jealous, Violet Dracula?” he questions, taking a step closer. Something about hearing him say my full name causes lightning to burst through my veins. But I’ll be damned if I let that show.

  “Nope. No jealousy. None whatsoever.”

  I’m totally not jealous. If he wants to have sex with a different girl, I’ll just…cut her into tiny pieces and then feast on her blood. And then, when she’s begging for mercy, I’ll chop up her pussy and feed it to the dogs. Dimitri? I’ll cut his dick into perfect curds and force feed him every bite.

  Totally not jealous.

  “Fortunately for you, this problem can be resolved with my hand,” he states curtly, eyes glinting with mischief.

  My pussy immediately turns wet again at the thought of him touching himself while thinking of me. Shameless hussy.

  “It wouldn’t be the first time,” I say, remembering the intoxicating scene at the club. I have no doubt that Dimitri ran away to rub one off while I sucked Frankie.

  His hand tenderly, almost reverently, cups my cheek before lowering towards my breast. His thumb flicks over my pointed nipple before lowering to my aching pussy. He cups it harshly, his fingers lightly tracing my lips, before releasing me.

  “You drive me insane.” Despite his words, his tone has absolutely zero inflection. He could’ve been speaking about something as mundane as the weather.

  “You still haven’t answered why,” I whisper as he brings his fingers to his lips and licks the juices from them. His tongue trails around first one finger and then the other, his eyes never leaving my own.

  Those fingers better go back inside my pussy pronto, or else I fear I might spontaneously combust.

  “The next game is tomorrow,” he states nonchalantly as he once more captures my breast. His finger lightly trails around my aching nub, never touching me where I so desperately need him to. Finally, when I swear I’m going to die of frustration, he lightly grazes my nipple with the pad of his thumb.

  “You’re avoiding my question,” I gasp as his other hand lowers to my aching pussy again, circling the juices around my clit.

  “Remember what I said—you should focus less on what I’m saying, and more on what I’m not saying.”

  “You’re such an ass.” My hands grip his shoulders to keep myself steady as he pinches down lightly on my bundle of nerves. This time, my orgasm is slower as it rushes to the surface, almost like lava in a volcano. It swirls and percolates before steadily rising and then exploding. I bite down on his shoulder, rumpling his pristine black suit, but he doesn’t seem to care.

  Dimitri steps back, once more smooths down his suit, before turning on his heel and exiting the office.

  “What the…? Get the fuck back here!” I scream, stomping my foot. And then, “I have no fucking clothes, asshole! How am I supposed to get back to my dorm?”

  CHAPTER 34

  VIN

  I sit with the other hunters on the uncomfortable steel bleachers, tension thrumming through my body as I glance repeatedly in the direction Violet disappeared to with Dimtiri Gray.

  “Your parents are fighters. They’ll be fine,” Michelle—a fellow Van Helsing and my first cousin—states, patting my knee sympathetically. Obviously, she’s misread my agitation, but I’m not going to correct her. She can believe what she wants…as long as Violet is nowhere near her radar.

  “They’ll be fine,” I parrot mechanically, but internally, I’m wishing for the exact opposite. Is it fucked up that I don’t care if my parents return to me alive? They’re abusive and cruel fuckers who care nothing for their children. I’m fortunate that their ire only seems to be directed at me and not Vanessa. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if my twin got stuck in the crosshairs of their incandescent rage, capable of lighting entire buildings on fire.

  I wouldn’t admit this to anyone—not even Violet—but I’m also worried about Jack and Hux. Where the fuck are they? Violet will sever my balls if they don’t return. And…I sort of like the ornery, two-faced bastard. Bastards? I still don’t know the correct terminology.

  The portal shimmers brightly before a familiar monster steps out, chin raised imperiously into the air.

  Mr. Pumpkin, one of the professors, steps up to Cheryl Ness and grabs her blue-skinned hand in his.

  He clears his throat awkwardly, obviously uncomfortable with giving the speech in Dimitri’s absence, and screams raggedly, “Cheryl Ness has completed the first round of the Roaring!”

  The audience immediately erupts into raucous cheers as Cheryl bows, a shit-eating grin on her face. When she meets my gaze, she winks flirtatiously, and I seriously try not to vomit in my mouth. What did I ever see in her? Besides, obviously, a quick and easy fuck.

  Some people believe that women are the only ones who are ruthlessly and persistently pursued, but that’s not true. Some women have just as much trouble hearing “no” as men do. Her behavior sickens me, especia
lly when she makes an immediate beeline towards the bleachers and squeezes her dainty body between Michelle and me.

  When she places a manicured hand on my knee, I just about explode.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I hiss out of the corner of my mouth.

  Her body tenses, eyes hardening, but her smile remains pasted in place. “I thought I was doing you a favor, Vinny Poo.” Her nails tighten on my thigh until blood is drawn. I don’t bother reacting to the brief stab of pain. After all, I’m used to it.

  “A favor?” I scoff. “You’re pathetic.”

  “Really?” She finally turns away from the portal to face me directly. “What would your family think when they discover that you left me for Dracula’s daughter?” Her tone is laced with barely disguised horror. “And—” She cuts off suddenly as my Aunt Petunia waddles towards us, her pregnant belly straining beneath her floral shirt. “Petunia, darling! It’s been way too long!” Cheryl air kisses both of the woman’s cheeks. “How’s the little one?”

  As the two begin to converse, I take the opportunity to rip Cheryl’s claws off of me.

  “I’m going to piss,” I snap when my ex’s eyes narrow into slits. Before Aunt Petunia can catch a glimpse of her hideous expression, she smooths it out and replaces it with a serene smile.

  “Hurry back, Vinny Poo!” She waves her hand enthusiastically as I hurry down the bleachers and away from the portal.

  “Hurry back, Vinny Poo,” I mock as I press my forehead against the brick siding of the Academy. Each breath seems to be wrenched from my lungs as I struggle to regain control of my turbulent emotions. All I want is to be with Violet right now, to ensure with my own two eyes that she’s safe and well. How is she coping after Barret’s death? What is Dimitri saying to her?

  I’ll be the first to admit that I’m slightly overprotective of the tiny vampire. Okay, slightly is the wrong term. I’ll go psychotic if anything happens to her, especially at the hands of my own family members. She’s my mate, my…my love. At least, I think I love her. Is this what love is?

  “I don’t want to hear it,” a familiar voice snaps. I lift my head just in time to see Mason charge around the corner, Medusa on his heels.

  “She’s going to be the death of you,” his mom hisses, teeth bared. “I refuse to allow that.”

  “Refuse?” Mason releases a self-deprecating laugh. “Since when have you ever cared about me? Violet is the best fucking thing that has ever happened to me.” He spins to face his mother completely, rage etched into every line of his face. “So you can kindly fuck off.” His hand trembling slightly, he removes a joint from his pocket and quickly shoves it between his lips. With his other hand, he grabs a lighter, and the distinct scent of Fairy Blossom permeates the air, making me sick. I’ve always hated that shit. Not as much as Violet, but enough for me to stay clear of it when I’m not at parties. I consider myself a social smoker, but Mason? He’s addicted. Already, I can see his time in the arena has made him shaky and unhinged.

  “Violet Dracula is a menace that must be stopped,” Medusa continues, gracefully striding forward. She’s abnormally tall for a woman, and unlike her son, dozens of snakes slither around her head. She’s not ashamed or embarrassed of who she is, which is something I can admire. Her words, however, make me want to stab the bitch.

  My body coils as tightly as the serpents on her head as I remain in the shadows, both of them oblivious to my presence.

  “She’s my mate.” Mason’s voice is as dark as I’ve ever heard it. Pure venom laces his words, more potent than any of Medusa’s little beasts.

  “She’s predicted to murder you.” She takes another step forward, but this one feels more threatening than any of the others. When her hands wrap around Mason’s throat, I just barely stop myself from lunging forward and ripping her away. “The prophecy said that Dracula’s daughter is fated to be your death.”

  “Violet would never hurt me,” Mason wheezes out, clawing at her hands. After a moment, she releases him with a rather disgruntled huff.

  “Either you get rid of her…or I will.” With that threat, she turns on her heel and stalks away, her silver skirt cascading around her like molten starlight. Mason remains behind, panting. His eyes are wild as he tentatively touches the bruises now dotting his pasty neck.

  I clear my throat once, and he jumps, startled. The joint falls from his lips, and he quickly stomps it out.

  “How long have you been there?” He doesn’t sound upset, only resigned. His shoulders droop ever so slightly as he scrubs a hand down his face.

  “Is she going to be a problem?” I ask instead. The thought of anyone harming Violet is inconceivable. Friend’s mom or not, I won’t hesitate to do what needs to be done to ensure her safety.

  “I’ll take care of her,” Mason promises, tone bleak.

  “I don’t like this.” A chill that’s not from the wind sweeps across my skin, causing goosebumps to pebble on my arms. Medusa is, for lack of better term, a goddess. If she sets her eyes on eliminating Violet…

  No. That can’t happen. I won’t allow it to. I will set fire to Mount Olympus before anyone harms a golden strand of hair on Violet’s perfect head.

  “I’m worried about her,” Mason admits after a moment of silence. His eyes flicker up to mine before quickly lowering again. The tick in his jaw commandeers my attention. “Barret’s death destroyed her. I don’t even think she’s realized it yet, but she will. Soon. I’m worried what she will do.”

  “What if Hux and Jack don’t make it back?” I query, staring in contemplation in the direction of the portal and crowd. From this angle, I can’t see them, but I can hear their cheers as more and more monsters fall through the portal. So far, they’ve been no one I know.

  Which only makes me even more anxious.

  “They’ll be fine,” Mason assures me softly. He finally closes the distance between us to clasp my shoulder. “They’re tough sons of bitches. As is Vanessa.” He stares at me pointedly, easily able to read me after years of friendship.

  “I haven’t always been the best brother to her,” I admit, staring off into the distance like I’m in some kind of cheesy romantic comedy. Fuck my life.

  “Are you talking about the time you cut off the balls of that one dude who cheated on her?” Mason questions seriously, and I wince. That wasn’t one of my finest moments. “Or, are you talking about that Christmas when we were ten and you stole all her presents and threw them in a fire? Or the time you tied her up and put her on the table during Thanksgiving and told everyone she was the new turkey? Or the—”

  “I get it!” I snap, raking my fingers through my dark hair. “I’ve been a shitty brother.”

  “Nah, man. You’ve been a brother.” Once more, Mason pats my shoulder. “I love the little turd like a sister too.” He sighs, following the direction of my gaze towards the waning sunlight. It isn’t quite night yet, so the sky is painted in shades of orange and dark blue. “There’s still hours until the first round ends. How about we go find Violet instead of driving ourselves crazy with worry, m’kay?”

  Violet…

  I need to see her. Need to hold her. Need her to promise me that everything will be alright. How is it that one slip of a girl managed to upheave my entire life? She barged into my world like an out-of-control freight train and quickly became my new one. A part of me resents her for how reliant I’ve become, but the rest of me is only grateful she deemed me worthy enough to be called her boyfriend.

  The other hunters would call our relationship horrendous. I’ve never felt the need to atone for my sins before, but being with her? Loving her? That’s the gravest sin of all, and one I unapologetically embrace. I don’t need to gain penance for caring about her. It’s the one thing I’ll never apologize for.

  “Let’s go comfort our girl,” I say, slinging my arm around Mason’s shoulder.

  I can only pray that Violet’s demons aren’t too much for her to handle.

  CHAPTER 35<
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  VIOLET

  A knock on the door startles me out of my reverie.

  It took me way too fucking long to find a suitable outfit when I left Dimitri’s office. Knowing my clothes were beyond saving, I ripped the curtain from the rod and wrapped it haphazardly around my body. Honestly, Dimitri Gray is such a little shit. Now, I’m back in my room, cursing him to hell and back.

  When the knock sounds again, I release a growl of frustration, padding on bare feet towards the door. I have changed into my favorite light pink skirt and black tank-top, the material my armor and my sword against whatever the world throws at me.

  I push open the door, my eyes immediately landing on two handsome faces. Mason is leaning against the doorframe nonchalantly, face uncharacteristically pale and shadows beneath both his eyes, while Vin is staring down at me with a tight-lipped scowl.

  Or, more accurately, at the baby on my hip.

  “It’s been a long time,” I whisper meekly.

  Mason finally chances a glance up, his eyes widening in alarm when he catches sight of me and the baby.

  “Oh for the love of…” Vin trails off, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Violet, it has been less than an hour.”

  “A lot has changed,” I respond despondently. I glance at the baby’s chubby face before resting my gaze on Vin. “You’re not the father.”

  “Of course I’m not the father!” he snaps, forking his fingers through his pitch black hair. “Is this because I shoved you through the portal? Did your petty ass really kidnap a baby to prove a point?”

  I turn towards Mason, who is flashing me a cocksure grin, eyes dancing with mirth.

  “Mason is the father,” I announce proudly, and Vin’s fingers tighten even more on his nose. At this point, I’m pretty sure he’s trying to break it.

  And he calls me dramatic.

  “Hell, yes!” Mason fist pumps the air. “My sperm is so badass, it doesn’t even need to enter a vagina to work its magic.”